Much Ado

I wake up to the familiar ceiling of my bedroom. Groggy from lack of sleep I reach over for my cell to call my hair stylist Janet. I haven't seen her since March. After my morning rituals I get to the bank to make my deposits, I turn in my blockbuster movies, and get to the mall. I wander around aimlessly forgetting how bad taste intertwines so well with the mundane. I must find a safe haven! Barnes and Nobles is my stop as I read some Frederick Neitzche's "Human, All to Human" as I wait for my appointment with my hairdresser to free up.
My Dad calls and we have a very intriguing conversation about religion and death. I forget how my Dad can make me feel not so alone in the world. We talk until my date with Janet's scissors beckons me. Four inches later I'm driving towards the new Hong Kong Market to buy some brown rice and korean food. I race home to eat some bulgolgi and pass out in ecstasy on my couch for an hour or two to regain my strength for the upcoming night.
I take my post haircut shower and await Alba for our expedition to Paul's house for the Cowboys vs the Eagles playoff game. We see the kick off at my abode and we proceed with his ritual of listening to the first part of the game on the radio in the car as we make a beer run. When we get to Paul's house with the champagne of beers we make our rounds and take our seats for the Cowboy's first victory in the playoffs in thirteen years. Its about damn time!
After the game we decide to go to Fat Daddy's in Mansfield. This will be my first time as is with most of us. Its a great place but the clientele seems to be out of place with our expectations. Most everybody is in their mid thirties to late forties. I see a couple of younger people but that just made me come to the conclusion that the prerequisite to enter the bar is that you have to have at least one kid. I lean to tell Paige and Matt that I guess we found where all the old people go to party! Keep this in mind that I'm jotting this down so I can come back when I am of age.

The pursuit of drunkeness

Finally the epic 5 mile run has commenced! with a little chest and shoulder action to boot! It's my attempt at losing the Christmas weekend poundage before I go out and venture into the realm of New Year's Eve parties. All day I have been texting all the corners of the universe to find out about all the parties that are going down for the year 2010. What can I say? I found them, and now I have too many options. Shall I lose myself amongst the sea of humans in the heart of Downtown Dallas? The North side of Ft. Worth where the drinks flow like Biggie? or be satisfied with the smaller more intimate parties that litter the inside of Arlington? Stay tuned my friends and I shall let you know how it goes down!
My plan for this New Year's is to not get laid. This is my experiment. Every New Year that I can remember, I have always had sex. This year I am taking a stand, and will refuse to have a sexual agenda that smothers my having a good time. Instead I will replace it with a pursuit of an amazing kiss at midnight. Hopefully I'll be able to look back at this and remember a perfect moment, and not need it to be anymore. Lets not ruin it yah?
Today also happens to be my Father's birthday. I called him twice and he just returned my call. He's 55 now and still kickin'. Even if he did just wake up from a nap! I still look up to my Dad even to this day. He might be shorter and older, but he's got a lot of heart. You gotta respect that. I remember when I was 5 I would try to ride my bike next to him on the military base as he ran his 5 mile. I couldn't make it on my bike, so he would lift me up on his shoulders and he would carry me and my bike the rest of the way. He was Superman to me. He's truly the boy that grew up to be a soldier, the Dad that became a friend, the mentor that understood.